George's Writing
Depression
Thou the nights are cold and lonely; your hearts continues to beat.
Its slow aching pain and you suck in the stall air of depression through cracked lips.
Your eyes blaze the fury of unknown wrath that slowly swells with
Every whisper of the nameless fate.
You can’t help cry wondering why. But your not alone, you’re never alone,
For there are those who feel the age old life that has been sucked in
By the soul eating monster called reality.
Depressing, it crushes every dream, every hope, everything…
Now you start to scream.
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